" Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask. His brow creased. " Why would you ever think that?" She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. " Are you?" Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. " Never," he said. " I could never be ashamed of you. "